Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.